Chapter 1152： My Gentle Tyrant (34)

The little emperor lowered his head in silence.

Looking at his five short stature, sitting on a chair, his short legs can't even touch the ground.

"..."

This woman is humiliating him.

The child's soft, white face turned to Fu Yue, and said gloomily: "Sooner or later you will know that I am not small."

He may have been humiliated by Fu Yue to the point of psychological distortion.

Yu Li continued to be choked by Tang.

After staying in this world for a period of time, he almost understood a lot of things. Hearing such imaginative words...Yu Li's white and delicate face was distorted for a moment, and he almost didn't strain the cold killer figure.

He took a tissue and wiped the corner of his lower lip gracefully.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Yu Li didn't talk much, he was also simple to the extreme, his mind was simpler, and he didn't have any twists and turns.

It may be because of a killer. Being able to do it is absolutely not forced, so Yu Li is not very good at communicating with others. Most of the time, he looks like a boring gourd, making people suspect that he has autism.

Because of this.

Fu Yue felt that Yu Li was more reliable than Ji Rong.

The reason, few words, coldness.

Unlike the little emperor, he can't force him for a day.

The stone lying on the table brushed the sense of existence, oh, to be precise the rules of this small world.

It turned its face and said in a soft voice: "I should be able to regain energy in two or three days, and I can send you back."

The rule maintained the look of a stone, and he erected himself. When he said this, he lifted his chin proudly, because I couldn’t see where its chin was. I could only see that the stone bounced and made a strange touch. radian.

Fu Yue: "..."

Ji Rong: "..."

Yu Li: "..."

The rule is angry: "What do you mean, what is this expression?"

It felt a humiliation.

Fu Yue broke his fingers and said to herself: "If you have two or three days to regain energy, my classmates will be this weekend, that is, three days later... that must be waiting for me to finish. Xu Lan's face will go back again... there are still three days..."

Fu Yue suddenly patted the table.

"I have to spend all the money before I go back, otherwise I will lose too much!!"

During this period, Fu Yue made some money by contributing articles, published dozens of articles on major public accounts, and made tens of thousands of dollars back and forth, which was able to maintain their usual lives.

But Fu Yue is definitely more than satisfied.

As a professional money shredder, how could this little money be enough for her to spend?

Therefore, Fu Yue had a ghost idea.

After traveling through so many worlds, she has also made unparalleled contributions in certain fields. Those things are imprinted in the depths of memory and cannot be erased. So, she compiled a piece of information overnight, about chip manufacturing. .

This method that Fu Yue has compiled is at least decades ahead of the world, which is what she has studied in other worlds.

If this kind of technology is made public, it might cause an uproar.

Fu Yue was going to sell this technology, to whom, and to the country.

What she had researched was naturally counted as hers, and Fu Yue took it out for money without any burden.

The reason is justified.

She is poor!

Fu Yue sent half of this document anonymously to the person above, and attached his WeChat account.

After only one night, someone really added this WeChat.

At that time, Fu Yue was squatting on the sofa to eat instant noodles in a very heroic posture.